Negative Textbook of Love [Quick Transmigration]

In the center of the huge room, next to the circular French windows, there is a huge round bed. The white silk is sandwiched by a slender white calf, and the corners of the quilt hang down to the floor. A crooked gray head lies on both sides. In the middle of the gap between the two pillows, the forearm went around one of the pillows and embraced it in his arms.

Although the posture was very paradoxical, there was no doubt that the young man on the bed slept very soundly, and even snored very softly.

"Who... whoo... whoo... whoo..."

The spring cushion was slightly dented, and a shadow hung over the young man.

"Honey, it's time to get up, I'm going to be late for work."

"Hoo... hoo... hoo-huh?"

Zhang Liangshao was still thinking in a daze.

Impossible, isn't today a rest day?I remember turning off the alarm clock.

The young man let out a murmur with a strong nasal sound, closed his eyes, raised his hand slowly, and fumbled to push the light brain off.

But this alarm clock 'it' just doesn't stop.

"Honey, it's time to get up, I'm going to be late for work."

"Meow~"

Um?Late, oh meow?

What kind of weird mouth fetish is this?

jingle jingle~

There was a shaking bell behind him, getting closer, getting closer, and suddenly, his head sank!

Damn, something is pressing on Lao Tzu's head, I can't breathe!

The near-death crisis forced the young man to finally break free from his sticky drowsiness. He pushed his head to drive off the furry and warm weight, then turned his head around, exhaled, and opened his eyes.

"If you make trouble again, I will turn my face."

He rubbed the pillow with a tired face, narrowed his eyes and looked at the people around him, with a fierce tone.

"...It was all done by Lucy just now." The man sitting by the bed was wearing a black and white sportswear, raised the blue cat that was walking beside him with its two front paws, and made a gesture to Zhang Liangshao, " Surrender" gesture.

The dazed little kitten opened its big eyes, and tilted its head at the young man with the same hair color as itself: "Meow?"

Cute turned over!

Zhang Liangshao and her looked at each other for three seconds, couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed its head, forgiving her for the crime of "mountain Mount Tai".

"Wouldn't your conscience hurt if you dumped the blame on a cat?"

He raised his head and glared at a certain culprit.

"Okay, I'm sorry, but I actually thought your alarm clock was very interesting." The man admitted in a disguised way that he had imitated it just now.

"...you black-bellied beast emperor."

The man showed a slight smile, covered the kitten's eyes with one hand, and bent down to enclose the young man's red and slightly swollen lips.

The two exchanged a lingering good-morning kiss.

If you are not careful, you will go too far, after all, men in the morning are lower body animals that cannot withstand teasing.

The little blue cat who was smeared and then thrown off the bed:? ? ?What did i do wrong?

……

"Hiss..." The young man avoided the man's hand, "No, no, no."

Song Wenyao stopped and glanced at him, "It still hurts?"

"It's okay to hurt...I mean..."

Zhang Liangshao pulled the pillow up to his chin, lay down on his stomach, his eyes were black and blue from overindulgence.

"It's only been a few hours, you have to let me rest."

He glanced at the clock and was startled by the 09:30 on it.

Didn't you come back from work at four or five o'clock in the morning yesterday?It was seven or eight o'clock when we went to bed, right?Why can you be so energetic early in the morning!Do you still go to morning exercise?You, a beast in clothes, are so terrifying!

"...Let me see." Song Wenyao couldn't help but lifted his quilt.

"Get out!" Zhang Liangshao frowned immediately, slapped his hand away, covered his tortured butt with a white quilt, and mourned his lost chastity.

Brother, go TAT

Song Wenyao pursed his lips, "Let me apply some ointment for you."

"Didn't you wipe it for me last night... this morning?" Zhang Liangshao looked at him vigilantly, "From now on, don't get close to my chrysanthemum!"

"..." The man narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice three degrees, "Honey, what did you just say?"

"..." Zhang Liangshao hesitated.

He stretched out a little finger from under the quilt, scratched the man's Adam's apple with his soft fingertips, and said pitifully, "I'm so tired now, wait until I wake up, okay?"

Song Wenyao propped himself on top of him, thinking about it for a few seconds.

Zhang Liangshao glanced at his beautiful blue eyeballs, stretched out his arms to hold someone's face, then propped up his body and gave him a loud mua, blinking.

"love you."

"...you go to sleep." Song Wenyao rolled down from the bed, arranged the pillow for him, tucked the quilt up, picked up the cat, and left the room.

If one ignores the tips of his crimson ears, the man is quite calm.

The door clicked shut.

The curtains in the room were still drawn, and without the light outside the door, it was even more pitch black.

It seems that the owner of the house did not expect to wake up the Sleeping Beauty on the bed.

Zhang Liangshao turned his head sideways on the bed, stretched out his fingers and lightly touched his hot lips, and let out a chuckle, rippling in his amber eyes.

"The fool."

Drowsiness hit, he gradually closed his eyes again, and fell asleep comfortably again.

……

After five hours:

"yawn--"

The young man who came back to sleep, grinning, jumped out of bed and stretched himself.

Full of sleep, refreshed, weak buffs swept away, and a hero again!

Except for a little distorted walking posture, there is nothing wrong with it!

After washing, Zhang Liangshao opened the wardrobe of his boss who was promoted to boyfriend overnight.

His fingers fiddled with the dark-colored coats casually.

"Still boring, that guy."

He pouted, picked a white shirt and put it on, rolled up the sleeves, buttoned up a few buttons casually, and walked out the door barefoot.

"Song Wenyao?" He leaned on the railing and looked down, but he didn't see anyone, "Where are people..."

The young man brushed back a handful of fluffy gray hair that had just been blown dry, curled his lips, and walked up.

The Song family's villa is in the suburbs, and it's quite big, but when they came back last night (this morning), the two of them were passionate, and they "fighted" heartily as soon as they entered the door. Fan.

Song Wenyao's bedroom was on the second floor. Zhang Liangshao walked up the spiral staircase to the third floor, strolled around to a room, and opened the door...

Rows of floor-to-ceiling windows spill bright skylight into the mahogany floor, illuminating the portraits on the walls.

"Wow..." The young man hugged his chest, walked to the portrait, and murmured, "It's really spectacular."

Large and small picture frames extend from the bottom to near the ceiling, covering all three walls, and the people in the paintings are all the same without exception.

Zhang Liangshao's eyes stopped on the largest oil painting in the center of the wall.

The boy in the white uniform is bending over and sniffing in front of a cluster of fresh red roses, his fine eyelashes are drooping slightly, casting faint shadows under his eyes, his lips are slightly parted, and his pointed canine teeth Looming, the number 11 on the chest is shining with a bright blue light, which can be called a charming person.

The person who painted this picture must not have noticed how thick the filter was when he painted this picture, right?

Zhang Liangshao sneered.

"A Shao?"

Someone shouted from behind, "Why are you here?"

Zhang Liangshao turned his back to him, contemplating his expression.

"Humph."

Song Wenyao had a bad feeling when he heard his nasal voice that resonated with his chest.

"...Are you guilty of being a thief?" The young man turned around, his face full of signs that a storm was about to come.

"You...couldn't be a pedophile?"

"..." Song Wenyao took off his coat as he walked over, "If you wear so little, you will catch a cold."

He walked up to the young man, took off his slippers, and stepped on the ground with his socks on, "Put them on."

Not only did Zhang Liangshao not raise his foot, but he also avoided the hand that was about to put on his coat, "What? Don't you even bother to cover it up?"

He sneered, "If you don't want me to see it, at least lock the door?"

He paused for a moment, then asked again, "Or it doesn't matter what you got?"

"...You think too much." Song Wenyao sighed, opened his mouth, and stopped talking.

"What's wrong with what I said, isn't it you who painted these paintings?"

"..."

"Isn't the child in the painting someone you like?"

"..."

"If I hadn't seen these paintings, I wouldn't have understood." Zhang Liangshao turned his head, took a step forward, and looked at him closely, "How can I, a small employee, get the favor of the big boss? It turns out that I am Bai Yueguang's substitute..."

"..." Song Wenyao avoided his urgent gaze, pinched the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes and said, "That's all in the game..."

"An NPC in the game?" Zhang Liangshao raised his eyebrows.

"……Um."

"Oh——" the young man elongated his voice exaggeratedly, "I misunderstood, isn't there true love between you?"

"Ah Shao, listen to me..."

"Song Wenyao." Zhang Liangshao interrupted him and leaned into his ear, "You can play with your bloody stand-in if you want."

He patted his shoulder.

"But I won't accompany you anymore."

"..."

He knocked his shoulder away, "Take it as an appointment yesterday."

"...Zhang Liangshao!" Song Wenyao grabbed his arm and hugged him from behind, "Look carefully, those people who painted on each other are you."

"...Do you think I will believe it?"

"It's true." Song Wenyao spoke a little faster than usual, with a rare eagerness in his tone, "I had an accident after entering the game warehouse half a year ago, and after I came out, I forgot everything in the game, leaving only These few paintings... I admit, at the beginning... I really approached you because you resembled the personality in the paintings, but I didn't know what happened last night. Anyway, when I made|loved you, I suddenly remembered everything, in fact, we have been together for a long time."

"Pfft...that's why you're so skilled? Do you want to say that every one of your exes was me?"

Zhang Liangshao's tone was a bit weird, but Song Wenyao didn't hear anything wrong, and thought he was laughing out of anger.

"I know this is all unbelievable, but please trust me."

"I've only ever liked you since the beginning."

The man's voice was low and deep, and the scorching breath sprayed on the tender flesh above the earrings. After passing through the eardrum, the auditory nerve converted into a thin electric current and spread to the whole body, making the lower back soft.

"I only fell in love with you at first sight."

"..."

The young man was silent for five seconds.

Then he gave the man behind him an elbow, "You're too dumb haha."

Before Song Wenyao could react, someone who couldn't hold back his broken kung fu had turned around with a smile on his face, stepped on his feet on tiptoe, wrapped his arms around his waist, and said stickily against his lips, " Honey, you are so cute."

"..." Song Wenyao finally saw the cunning in the young man's eyes. He was as witty as him. It took him about half a second to understand the truth of the matter, "When did you remember?"

"It was when you woke me up today, but I was a little confused at that time and didn't get my head around it." Zhang Liangshao's voice was soft.

The man's eyes darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye, his waist was no longer ringed, and his hands were about to be released.

"Don't be angry, I just want to hear you tell me a confession." Zhang Liangshao kissed him reassuringly, and wrapped his loosened hand around his waist again, "Mmmmmmm...don't be angry. "

Zhang Liangshao just looked at him obediently, and every time Song Wenyao wanted to ask questions, he would go up and "seal his mouth".

If this is still in the game, maybe you can see that every time he "mua", the anger value on the top of the big boss's head will be "biu" reduced by a large amount.

Zhang Liangshao didn't start to speak formally until the last bit of anger was gone.

"But your ability to explain is really bad. If I don't recover my memory, you will definitely be beaten by me. Let me tell you..."

He poked him in the heart, "I asked you if that was true love, but you still acquiesced! You should deny it without hesitation! Do you think normal people will believe that the third life and the third life will continue their relationship? !"

"Do you want me to deny it?" Song Wenyao looked down at him.

"...Hehehe." Zhang Liangshao changed the subject, "What about the ones I drew?"

"...I can't hang it anymore, I put it away."

"The house is so empty, where can't I hang it?" Zhang Liangshao looked at him suspiciously, "Don't tell me...you haven't reproduced it at all, have you?"

"..."

"Tsk tsk tsk, it seems that someone not only used me as a substitute, but also jealous of himself..."

"..."

"Okay, okay, I'll learn how to draw later, and try to draw them again."

"...put on your clothes."

Zhang Liangshao put on Lao Gong's coat and Lao Gong's slippers, and walked out holding Lao Gong's hand.

"Oh, I just froze to death."

"Let you skin."

"Hey, I'm not a shirt play...why, isn't it attractive? Why didn't you react at all?"

"...Didn't you tell me to stay away from your chrysanthemum?"

"...Then let's play again at night... Oh, you put me down, hahahaha! I was wrong! I was wrong dad!"

"What did you call me?"

"...No, Lao Gong, I made a mistake! Yaoyao... Yaoyao, put me down, I haven't eaten today, did you make me something delicious in the kitchen just now?"

"Feed the cat."

"I don't believe it! I can already smell that smell!"

"...Eat you first."

……

The laughter gradually receded, and the door slowly closed behind the two. In the final gap, we could see the protagonists of the story lying on the bed, and the shadows of the two gradually merged into one under the setting sun.

Happiness is that simple.

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